My heart is swollen waiting for its cuts to be allowed to bleed. My eyes pulse from the tears waiting to be cried. Pretending not to care takes SO much. Getting used to a new way of life takes some time. Being a strong person is something I'm getting used to. But i'm ready for the fight. The rips in my soul will heal
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But know that if you ever need to talk, or to vent, or just scream about something without filling the other person in, you can come visit your next door neighbor.
I love you!
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LOVE YA!!
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olive juice!
i know what it's about! i know, i know!
ok, i lied, i don't... dammit.
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